| "By your steadfastness and patient endurance you shall win the true life of your souls." [Luke 21:19] Impatience starts sinking in, I wish I could understand. All the mysteries that hold me back, it's like I'm stuck in quick sand. This world seems paces ahead, I'm always sprinting to stay up. But I find myself exhausted, with self doubts that never erupt. Though every time I repeat the cycle, I sense someone tugging the breaks. Reminding me of this road I travel, and the process I must not forsake. For through it true beauty is found, and strength rises high. All the things that time develops, to form wings of a butterfly. |